I had rather never receive a kindness than never bestow one.
While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.
Fear drives the wretched to prayer
Light cares cry out; the great ones still are dumb.
That is never too often repeated, which is never sufficiently learned.
He who does not want to die should not want to live. For life is tendered to us with the proviso of death. Life is the way to this destination.